The Worst Journey in the WorldAspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Where do i start.........Hmmm well there was the 40hr coach journey from hell going to Austria where we got stuck in the Munich rush hour and the heating got stuck on rull resulting in a coach load of smelly and profusely sweaty teenagers.
Or the bus* journey through Laos along mountain passes where the road had been eroded away, in deep fog and with a bus driver out of his face on amphetamins (he drove for 15hrs straight) and armed guards wandering around with AK-47s. So even if were werent shot at by roaming bandits we were likely to die plunging over the edge of an unseen corner. This was rather scarely proved at one roadside where there was a similarly piece of cr@p bus with a crushed in roof.
I think the worse trip was probably crossing the whole of thailand in 48hours (about 900 - 1000miles). First was 17hr train journey to Bangkok, I luckly managed to end up in 3rd class (metal benches amongst chickens and piglets) and next to the toilet. This little adventure was made all the nicer by an epic hangover, a brilliant combernation of rice whisky (£4 a litre), beer containing phormaldyhyde and 40degree heat = Huge head ache and vast amounts of sweating.
I was so tired I didnt even consider the fact I was being charged 5times what I should have been for a tuk tuk (three wheeled taxi of death). Then I had to wait around Bangkok most of the day, the smelliest, grimmiest and most polluted city Ive ever been to (coming from a person who lives in Bradford). Just from walking in some parks I got excrament all over my shorts, no idea how. Then I had an overnight bus journey to the south where they played thai dance music for the whole journey. the next day i had to jump on another local bus, so no fans or air con despite being in a tropical zone to end up at a bus station 10kms out of a town. Resulting in a 2hr walk with a bag the weight of a small child. This was all to discover I would be the only english speaking person out 5000 people on an mosquito infested mangrove excuse swamp of an island**.
*read pieces of metal loosely connected to create a ratteling, smoking vision of certain death.
**turned out to be 4 of the most incredible weeks of my life.
(, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 23:01, Reply)
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